Kapitel 193: Accusations

"Is this your doing?" Elijah Frost stormed into the office. Wild strands of silver hair clung to his furrowed forehead, and his normally steady hands trembled with a mix of panic and anger. His piercing gaze bore into his grandson, accusing eyes ablaze with a turbulent mix of disappointment and suspicion.

Erasmi looked up at the old man and clenched his hands. Ever since waking up and discovering the truth, the one man he had avoided had been his grandfather. It had been a bitter pill to swallow. His own" grandfather had held him as a hostage for all these years, manipulating and threatening his brother. The old man whom he had always looked up to had used him as nothing but a disposable weapon. He'd even been willing let him die and had signed off on it.